The Soulful Atom

He looks at you and you don't know where to hid yourself..
He can look right through you but will never let you know he did..
He is a hoarder himself and calls me one too..
A glimpse of his says a millions things at a time..
You crave for him to decorate it in words.. he hesitates, because when he does manage to carve them into words, they slash across your being like a million knives.. the pleasure, the pain, the unbearable intensity that he emancipates...
He can sweep you off your feet and out of your mind and then there is no turning back.. He shall always be there watching you..
The eyes which are papery shallow at once and the deepest of dangerous falls next..
He devours like the assailant and pleas as the prey..
He fakes the reality out of life and smokes up a painted picture..
Would you like him to be your dream-catcher? or as core in the life of your being?
you have no choice.. cause he is both.. he is you.. and you him :)

For the Bull.